I am blessed//
with finesse//
well, me against Inkwell, you will get a big fuck you
cuz ya idol can beat you bitch and yea, perma sucks too
it's ya turn to bust dude, you need gear to own the stage
but your package involves cats, kitty litter, and odor spray
you bigger? no, you're gay.. this twig of a kid is ate
your not big and 10-1 isn't your record, it's your weight
your pressured to be great, you moving hard but stay soft
I guess your brain ain't working right, it must have the wrong day off
he assembles fakeness, you copy my whole lyric
and you couldn't resemble greatness if you stole my spirit!
I behold the queerest, this pet fan is shot and hung
for loving and kissing animals, I guess the cat has gotcha tounge
your wack and just that dumb, your brain is an open pad
and that's proving your place in thought is only a broken shack
you're a token fag, a cat lover simply put
you attract lint with so much hair they mistake you for Big Foot
this idiot is shook, this girl's wack and runnin
if love kills I'm batman, and that would make inkwell CatWoman
I smack this wack nothin, cats hate the opera seqeul
but still come back to watch me kill Ink, I mean Dr. Evil
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i know the cat lines might've gotten old but this kid is obsessed with his cat.. holla!